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| Clan over Sect, sometimes; Attn: Gar | |
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| Topic Started: Friday, 25. April 2014, 01:44 (467 Views) | |
| Rory Alasdair | Friday, 25. April 2014, 01:44 Post #1 |
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Wearing a weathered wool trench coat, dark and unassuming in colour, with faded jeans and mud-crusted boots, Rory entered the building known as the Night Tripper. Dark sunglasses, more akin to actual eyeglasses with tint on them, covered his blackened sclera. Clawed hands were carefully tucked into coat pockets, where they could do less harm. He walked slowly, cautiously, coldly. Not to bump into anyone. He was relieved to see the place was not fancy at all, a regular den of scum it seemed instead. He looked around, through tinted lenses. Wearing them actually helped a little bit, making him even more accustomed to the darkness. When he did take them off, in the dead of night, out in the open, he was at a tiny advantage gained. He loomed over most of the other patrons as he stalked, the lot of them going out of their way to avoid him. He tried not to come off too much the predator in these settings, but there really wasn't much to be done about it. He was a predator, and these Kine would be terrified of him anyway. Further and further, toward the back of the establishment, where darkened booths lay in the corners. The other Gangrel, as small as he was, was at times hard to miss, what with his fancy dress as Rory thought it, and other times as sneaky as some Nosferatu. Rory almost snarled a curse before he caught himself, best not to draw attention to himself in here. Either Rory was early, or Gar was hiding in the shadows somewhere... |
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| Mr.Gar | Friday, 25. April 2014, 01:55 Post #2 |
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The small man walked calmly through the club, his black canvas coat hanging down to the ground. He wore a black suit with gray pinstripes and black loafers with shining copper pennies. Even his shirt was a smoke gray beneath a charcoal vest. A black tie hung down to tuck beneath his vest. His cane was gripped in one gnarled hand, copper skinned and leathery. His skull was capped in a back bowler cap and shaved smooth. His lips and chin were girded with a bushy gray van dyke and his eyes were a simple red-brown. He walked through the room and the mortals shivered, drawing away and finding reason to leave as the mystical aura surrounding him disturbed them. To make things worse the scent of old tombs drifted about him. Dry bones, old blood and dusty graveyard earth, the scent wafted around him like a cloud of death. "Well. There you are. So it seems you have need of me?" He slid into the booth, adjusting his coat so it didn't tangle. He rested his cap upon the table before him and laid his cane down atop it as well. His red-brown eyes staring at the bigger man calmly. The little 5' tall vampire appearing calm and at ease. |
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| Rory Alasdair | Friday, 25. April 2014, 02:15 Post #3 |
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Before Rory could really get frustrated, the diminutive Gangrel showed up. With that distinct scent and aura that almost put Rory uneasy, as well. He sat down in a booth and Rory followed. Best to make this as short as possible. The big Gangrel didn't like to trade favors or boons any more than the rest, but it seemed necessary in this city. For now. A foot and a half towering over the other Gangrel, even sitting down, Rory made to lurch a little forward. To speak more quietly, at that. "I'll just get to it, then. Seems this city's Prince is a typical bureaucrat. I was hopin' ye could help me around a bit, bein' the only kin' I've actually worked with down here right now." He spoke with a snarl of a Scottish accent, vague disdain evident. Most of the Princes he had yet dealt with hadn't asked for bloody paperwork... "Seems I need a couple signatures from Cam residents for the Prince to even see me. That Nossie told me, as well, that ye were friends with some higher ups. Didn't tell me exactly who, tho'. I assume not Blucher himself?" |
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| Mr.Gar | Friday, 25. April 2014, 02:24 Post #4 |
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"The only people I'm remotely friends with around here are the Keeper of the Elysium and the other Gangrel, who are Anarchs, like myself. I doubt that'll help you out much. The Keeper is easy to find, you just go down to her Elysia and tell her what you need. Though you should try to keep your temper. She's had enough of people freaking out on her. If you don't find her, I'd consider asking the Deputy Keeper there, a young man named Tavin. He's got a good head on his shoulder and can probably help you find what you need." The small framed vampire leans back in the booth and regards Rory calmly. He crosses his wrists and rests them on the table before him. Pursing his lips beneath his gray van dyke he contemplates the big hunter. "I assume the Elder, your Primogen has gone to sleep again? She's rarely awake. It's an awkward thing I suppose but then not many of us come to London." He didn't think his signature would be particularly helpful for the other Gangrel. While he might be working on developing a political base here he didn't think it would benefit Rory much to have a wannabe Baron sign his papers for him. Not unless he and Alarik struck it off far more than he expected they would. |
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| Rory Alasdair | Friday, 25. April 2014, 02:36 Post #5 |
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Rory wanted to pull out his claws, just to scratch his beard while he thinks. But he decided against it, no need really. He went silent for a moment, pondering a while what to make of Gar's words. "Keeper is good. If ye could put a word in with her, before I see her, it would be greatly appreciated." And if good things came of it, Rory would of course pay the smaller man back in kind. "From what I heard, yeah. The Primogen is gone to ground. Or gone entirely, hard to say. I don't really know. Besides that, there ain't any others. So Prince Dancort suggested I come down here. Work's dried up, anyway, up north. Ye sayin' all the Clan down here is Anarch, then?" He cocked an eyebrow with the question. Gangrel were plentiful in the Anarchs, but they didn't usually outnumber their Camarilla clanmates... |
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| Mr.Gar | Friday, 25. April 2014, 03:00 Post #6 |
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"Yes. They're Anarchs. This is a contested area. There's a lot of controversy. But I will let the Keeper know to expect her and fill her in on you being a Sabbat Hunter. Have you kicked that eating disorder yet?" He wasn't sure if Rory would realize Gar knew about his little vitae feeding habit from the hunt. But the sharp eyed little goblin had noticed. He'd simply chosen not to mention it at the time. It hadn't been important at the time because they were on a hunt. But if he was going to vouch for Rory to the Keeper he needed to know that Rory didn't have some sort of vitae addiction. His red-brown eyes were unforgiving on this matter. He WASN'T going to accept a lie or a prevarication. Rory could be up about it or he'd walk his ass right out of the bar right now. He wasn't going to recommend a vitae addict to the Keeper without being honest about what he was. If Rory didn't look like he had it under control they'd have an issue. |
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| Rory Alasdair | Friday, 25. April 2014, 03:11 Post #7 |
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Rory cocked an eyebrow and almost snarled, though a low rumble did emanate from his chest before he spoke. "No. No disorder." He responded, bordering on anger. "Ye know damn well that's one of the perks o' huntin'. Ye expect me to waste the blood? Most of 'em were thin bloods, anyway." He shot back in a hushed tone. He wasn't going to yell about it. Rory knew well what Gar meant. He was known for his gluttony, he didn't really keep it much of a secret. |
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| Mr.Gar | Friday, 25. April 2014, 12:27 Post #8 |
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"Vitae addiction is a damned dangerous thing Alasdair. If you don't have it under control I'm not sure how much of a recommendation I can give you to the Keeper. I don't want to tell a friend of mine she can trust you only to find you're hunting down folk and murdering them for their blood. Won't look good on me and it would reflect badly on her. So do you have it under control?" His voice was a soft calm buzzsaw, but his face was hard. He wouldn't recommend Rory to the Keeper if he thought the bigger Gangrel was going to be stalking through London picking off fledglings and weaker vampires just to get their blood. Last thing London needed was a serial killer. He didn't think Rory was that much of a threat, but he also didn't know the man very well. So he wasn't going to take any chances. Especially when the Keeper was going through her own ordeal right now. |
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| Rory Alasdair | Saturday, 26. April 2014, 00:26 Post #9 |
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"Yes," Rory responded bluntly. "Under control." He sat up all the way. Speakin' in a bit of a snarl, he didn't like to be called an addict. "I'm no addict. I've hunted addicts. It can be a fine line, I know. But I only like to keep my belly full. Hard work burns a lot of blood, eh." As far as Rory was concerned, that matter was settled. If he couldn't trade favors with Gar over mistaken suspicions, then he'd have to look elsewhere. Simple as that. Rory pulled his clawed hands out of his pockets, finally, to rest them on his lap. Fingers facing inward, to hide the bear-like nails underneath his wrists. "How long do ye think I'd have lasted up in the Highlands, so little Kindred up there to begin with, if I were an addict? It's not like I have centuries of power to protect me." |
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| Mr.Gar | Saturday, 26. April 2014, 00:42 Post #10 |
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"Fine then. Good to know. I'll inform the Keeper of your presence and your history as a Shovelhead hunter for the Princes of Scotland and ask that you get a recommendation from her. Hopefully she can advise you on someone who can give you a second signature. Perhaps one of the Harpies. It's usually their job to get involved in social affairs." The raspy voiced man dropped the subject. Rory had a point. If he wasn't under control the Cam probably would have executed him years ago. Especially with the number of frenzy traits he was sporting. The man was a rival for him, and that was saying something. The small Gangrel didn't want to piss the bigger man off too much. But he also hadn't wanted to put Leo in a room with a Gangrel who might have a serious vitae addiction. That just wouldn't have been something he was comfortable doing. |
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| Rory Alasdair | Saturday, 26. April 2014, 13:47 Post #11 |
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"Just a hunter. Long as I get paid, I'll hunt anything." Rory corrected the smaller man, almost a smile creeping onto his oh-so-serious features. He didn't smile, though, but at least he wasn't scowling. Och, to have to deal with a Harpy. No thanks to that, if it can be helped... Keeper would be enough exhaustion, Rory was not a social man. He had the etiquette down, but it just wasn't his scene to thrive in. "Many thanks, Mister Gar. Ye let me know when ye need the favor returned, eh?" Rory offered a hand to shake, and if accepted, 'twould be shook at the wrist. That old-fashioned handshake to check for a dagger or the like. It was practical, if only for the fact that the Gangrel's claws tended to get in the way. No need, Rory had long ago decided, to slash up someone's palm or cuff. |
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| Mr.Gar | Saturday, 26. April 2014, 14:25 Post #12 |
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"Glad I could help you Rory. Here's the Keeper's number. You should call ahead to make sure she's feeling up for your visit." He wasn't going to go into details to give away the Keeper's problems. It wasn't of any of Rory's business how the Keeper was feeling, as long as he could control himself around her. "She's a calm, easy to deal with woman. Just don't give her a hard time. You'll have to call her ahead of time so she can tell you how to get into the Elysium without going through the mortals." He didn't bother to add that if Rory took after the LAST visitor to the Keeper and caused her to frenzy he'd personally hunt the man down and murder him. He didn't think the Gangrel was so socially inept as to insult the Keeper to her face to the point where she frenzied. |
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| Rory Alasdair | Sunday, 27. April 2014, 00:54 Post #13 |
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They shook wrists, wrists was better, otherwise it would be like shaking a child's hand regardless of claws. Rory took the number with a nod. He was looking forward to getting all this business out of the way. Very glad this first thing had gone as smoothly as it did. A little suspicion dealt with, was all. There were no more words needed, for now. Rory had said his thanks and all the rest. A call to be made, appointments and the like to see to. Rory wasn't lookin' to give anyone a hard time. Well, not just yet. Maybe if the Prince had some work for him, that could be fun. With a nod of the head, Rory would go to leave, the favor given and a return promised. Weaving through the Kine, he could feel the hunger comin' up. It would be so easy to rip the lot of them apart and drink his fill. But no, that was the Beast talking. Foolish Beast, only thinking of the hunger in the moment, not the survival that comes later... |
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